A loaf of bread; for this we work day and night. I work in a private company, and it is in the eighth floor of a building. Every day it takes me 30 minutes to travel from my home to office by car. So my car is my bathroom.  I make-up, sing, cry, yell and even abuse whom I wanted to.  I have always tried to wear a fake smile on my face so that I may get my salary every month without delay. When I reach office and call for the lift, the button for the eighth floor is the switch that changes me from one person to another.  I always believe that ignoring is the best tool than responding.  I have always followed that; but at times, I also trust in the Newton’s third law – For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. Today was the day; I lost my temperament and reacted.  The result – I was sacked.  I loved my company but they killed me.

I remember those days, when I was at my intermediate school.  We used to share money to go experience porn at an internet counter.  Desibaba.com was our hero. There were no porn-restricts or a scarcity of internet café’– (back in 2000’s), unlike today. The cabin of the internet café was so safe and secured that we all have enjoyed a lot. Years later, I graduated and was actually time-passing with one of my relatives at his mobile shop.  He bet me – can you have sex with a prostitute?  I asked my conscious,– I am experienced, and have seen  so many XXX film, so why can’t I ?  So, I told yes for the bet and went forward. The day has come, and I was in front of a naked widow- who literally asked me – are you here to FUCK me or waste my time. ?

Happy Valentine’s Day She was beautiful and attractive.  We studied in the same college.  For all our college friends, we were an inspiration.  Every day, I opened my bedroom window to see her, she was my neighbor too. She was my lady love. Years passed by. We both graduated. I went to London to do my MBA, and she got a job offer to work in a Bank.  We had whats aap, email and phone calls to keep us connected. Every day we managed to talk over phone and sometimes video call. I finished my studies and came back. I was so eager to see her.  I didn’t call over her phone to inform that I am coming. I wanted to surprise her. I went her home, but was locked. I asked the neighbor about her – they told – she is settled in Mumbai with her husband. I loved her; but I will kill her.

I have a colleague, she is fabulous.  She smells rose unlike my wife, who smells fish (she cooks for me).  I love my work, and why I love – the reason – happiness (my colleague).  I spend eight hours daily in my office. I see her. We have food together.  Our loose talks and fun moments changed my life.  I had even forgotten that I am a father of a five-year-old boy. Years passed by, the company which I worked for, faced heavy financial crisis. She left and joined another firm. She got a better placement and a different colleague. I returned to where I actually belong to – MY FAMILY. Resignation is easy – it just takes five minutes, but Family – a lifetime achievement.

“You are dazzlingly beautiful, and lovely”, this is what my school mates exclaims when they see me. I am a tenth grade student.  My mathematics teacher often put his hand in my shirt’s pocket (as if he is searching for something) and smiles at me. At that moment, I found out that my school-mates were calling me beautiful because of my over-grown physique. My maid often whispers in my ear and ask me to dress properly when my father is around. I have seen my father hand-shaking many times, but didn’t take it serious until that day when I was struggling for my virginity under his influence. Years flew.  I realized that he is not my biological father, and my teacher – a sex maniac.

My marriage was just a judicious decision as a result of a six-year long love affair. I was forced by the society to marry her, because in our culture – only a married woman can become pregnant – so I was trapped.  Anyways, after so many years of unsuccessful acquaintance, we are now happy.  I know she is selfish, but what disturb me are her possessiveness and her excessive desire. Every day, she checks my phone – call register, WhatsApp, messages and she once even tried calling a contact to ensure that the recipient is not a female.  I know love deserves greed so I stopped blaming her. Years passed by. My daughter went school and I was promoted as a Manager. She took up a job in a call center. Now it was my chance – I repeated – started checking her phone and saw a message sent by her “our sex is short – he can only last five minutes”